Why Can't I Do it Too?_New May 3

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Why Can't I Do It Too?
Chapter 1. Newest thing in the news


I could hardly believe it. The story on the news program was head spinning, something out of a futuristic science fiction novel, but there it was.

"FEMALE IDENTIFIER WINS LAWSUIT"

The headline remained at the bottom of the tv screen in large letters. I watched the story with growing interest. A young guy had been
arrested after he entered the women's changing/shower room at a fitness center. He went right into the locker room, walked past the lockers
where women had their clothes strewn about as they were in the showers. Several women saw him, and they told him he had to leave. The
man ignored them, continued on to the toilet cubicles where he got into a stall to do his business. While in the stall, the management of the
fitness center was notified a man was in there.

The defendant, identified as Robert Morris, was met by the manager and a security officer when the man exited the bathroom stall. Robert
protested when told he could not be in there, claiming that he was actually a woman. At the time, Robert Morris was dressed in a business
suit and tie. Robert claimed he had the right to be there, since he was in fact a woman, and identified as such. The security officer asked
for identification. The defendant was annoyed but complied with the order.

"My name is Roberta, you see here...says I'm female."

The identification the defendant pulled out of the wallet was issued by Beavertown College. The news show displayed the college ID, and it
clearly showed the name Roberta Morris, and the photo shows the defendant in a turtleneck sweater, which is a conveniently androgynous
garment.

The civil case was long and complicated, but the result is the defendant won his case, and will be allowed to use the locker room of his/her
choosing at the fitness center.

The news show then had on a State Government representative, a nicely dressed woman in a pants suit.

"It's the new freedom of choice movement" the State Representative says. "It's possible the State of California will declare that all bathrooms
and locker rooms can be used by anyone. They will all become unisex."

My mom and dad were watching the news program with me. Needless to say, both of them were disgusted.

"I hope that nonsense stays out there in California, doesn't make its way here," my dad says, as he shakes his head before changing the channel.

My parents may have been shocked and disgusted by the events in that far western state, but I was fascinated. I was so intrigued by it I could
not stop thinking about it.

* * * * *
My name, as written on my High School student ID card, is Seth Chung. I am of mixed ancestry, same as so many kids these days. My father
is Korean, born in the US. My grandparents moved here as kids during the 1950s war in Korea. My mom is pure American from Boston, and she
is very Irish in tradition. Our dinner plates are even a mixed lot. It's not unusual to have shepherd's pie made with lamb and mashed potatoes
served next to a kimchi salad and a bowl of bibimbap.

I'm a weird mix of musical tastes, from U2 songs when my mom was a little girl in the 80s, to K-pop bands such as BTS. I never know why I
like certain songs and am always changing my mind on what I like. I'm always changing my mind so why not take this to the next level. Why do I always have to be a boy?

Now I like being a boy. I have no desire to get anything cut off. I'm pleased that I have a larger penis than what is typical for a boy who is
Asian. I have to admit it...all the guys I know who are Chinese or Korean are not exactly bulging in their briefs. It's a big hangup in that
community. I'm not large by American standards, but a six inch penis impresses my Asian buddies. They are envious of me, and I love that
about myself. I won't go anywhere near the idea of becoming an actual girl...But if I could identify as a girl then it opens up a whole new world
for me. I could saunter into the girl's locker room at school, and nobody could tell me to leave. I'd just walk right on in and change into my PE
gym clothes right there, as I get to watch the girls changing. It would be so awesome. If a guy can get away with it in California, why not here in Tennessee?

There is one slight problem. I don't know if I'm brave enough to do this myself. I've been known to do some wild and crazy things, but that
was when teamed up with my good buddy Jeremy. If I was doing something that could get me into trouble, Jeremy was right there with me,
and my sister too sometimes. My older sister was sometimes more of a risk taker than I was.

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I am intrigued

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Why Can't I Do it Too?
Chapter 2. Don't Say Nothing


I had an unusual request for my sister when she came home from school the next day. Seung is two years older than I am, a senior at
Daniel Boone High School. She isn't a cheerleader, or student council leader, or any kind of leader, but she has a certain amount of popularity
which is something I don't. I have to admit she is a leader where I have to follow her lead, and she has me by the nose, and sometimes
by the balls. It's a bit of a long story, but for a year or so my sister has been in a position of authority over me, greater than what is typical
for a slightly older sister. I got her involved in some daring games between me and my buddy, Jeremy. It ended up with Seung having her
hooks in both of us so deep that no bribing or giving of favors could extract.

About the unusual request, I asked Seung to draw a diagram of the girl's locker room. I wanted to know where everything was, the toilet
stalls, the lockers/bench seats, and the location of the showers. Seung asked me what this was all about, but for the moment I kept my mouth
closed. She could tell I was up to something, but that didn't' surprise her at all. I'm often up to something, and this time I want to maintain
control of my idea. I want to run the idea past Jeremy first.

* * * * *

Jeremy came over a half hour after I called him. He could tell my voice sounded excited. He didn't bother to knock, having gotten the okay
to come in, and the door wasn't locked. As soon as Jeremy entered the room he began asking questions. I asked him if he had seen the news
story, the one that gave me the idea. He hadn't seen that news program, having been off to the softball field to practice hitting balls.

"I saw this program where a guy found a way to use the lady's locker room at a fitness center. He won a court case and he is allowed access
anytime and anywhere."

"Really? How did he pull that off?" Jeremy asked, while he pulled his backpack off and placed it down on the student desk chair. Jeremy
normally brought his pack with him. Sometimes we studied together, as we are in the same grade taking a few of the same classes, so he's
always prepared with his schoolbooks. Sometimes we compete on the same set of homework papers. The one with the lower grade has
to do a dare. I've never found anything else that could motivate me to study hard.

"The guy said he was really a girl, even though he wasn't wearing girl's clothes...not from what I saw of the news clip. He said he identifies as
female."

Jeremy had me pull up the story on my phone. I found it on Youtube. Like me he was amazed.

"Is this Robert or Roberta dude for real?" Jeremy asked me.

"I have no idea," I said, and really, how could I or anyone really know?

I then showed him the sketches my sister made of the locker room. It was nearly the same as the boy's locker room, from what I could
remember of its details. The biggest difference being there was a continuation of toilet stalls where the urinals are in the guy's locker room.

"Wow...you really are thinking of doing this. That's crazy. What's your plan?"

I said I really didn't have a plan, not yet. Just the beginning of the planning stage. Gather information is where we were at.

Just then my phone buzzed. I picked it up, then I looked up at my buddy. "My sister is on her way up here. You better assume the position."

Jeremy grimaced, and he tossed his backpack from the chair to the corner. I sat down on the bed as I watched him prepare for what happens
next. Jeremy takes off his shoes and socks, places them onto the chair.

"You better hurry up", I told him, and he nodded his head with another grimace. "But don't say anything to Seung about this plan. I didn't tell
her why I wanted the locker room diagram. You got it...don't say nothing."

Less than a minute later, Jeremy stood next to my bed. Fully naked he is, hands on hips with legs spread apart like at parade rest. Without
knocking my sister barges into the room. She immediately comes over to inspect Jeremy. I lean back on the bed, hands behind my head, all
rested on the pillows. This is going to take a minute or two. Jeremy is currently under a NO PUBES directive, and I chuckle as Seung rubs her
fingers all around my best buddy's dick. As usual he begins to get stiff. Will he pass the inspection? Will my sister find his appearance, doing
both the visual and tactile tests, to be of a passing grade?

I'm sort of hoping the inspection fails.

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I'm really intrigued, this is shaping up very well. I wonder if the sister will hijack the plan or if she will be witness to it? Either way, count me in on loving this story! I can't wait to see what happens.

[NickTwisp]

Will be Interesting to find out just what Seung caught those two guys doing to give her such power over them.

Glad that my sister never really caught David and I doing anything compromising. Although she probably suspected we fooled around a bit.

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Why Can't I Do It Too?
Chapter 3. Plucking the Partner in Crime


As I sat back on my bed while watching Jeremy undergo the clean shave inspection, I grinned as I remembered just how scared he used to be.
My friend Jeremy used to be one of those guys who wouldn't change in front of you if he could help it. Even on a warm day he'd be in a shirt
outdoors, and typically in jeans. I got to know him in 8th grade, last year of Junior High. Jeremy and his mom moved in next door to me.
Being new to both the town and the neighborhood, Jeremy didn't have any friends. He mostly stuck to himself, sitting quietly in his chair at
school each day. Now Jeremy is what I'd call a good looking kid, cute face, nice wavy blond hair, greenish-brown eyes. He'd be the darling of
the girls if he wasn't so shy.

Jeremy always had his head facing down toward his desk, rarely looking around and making eye contact with the other students. I sort of felt
sorry for him. I mostly kept to myself as well, having learned my lesson when I let the class know I was way smarter than the rest of them.
A smart kid among the "normal" students is in for a lot of trouble if he is seen as a nerd, a teacher's pet, a smarty pants. Why being smart puts
one at the bottom of the social pecking order is something I can't figure out. But I've been pushed around and made fun of for being the smarty
pants...so now I pretend to NOT know the answers when the teacher asks the class "Who knows such n such" or "What is the answer to so n so".

What got my attention, and made me want to get to know Jeremy better was when I caught him doodling in the class dictionary. Each class has
a reference section on a bookshelf. Jeremy was looking up word definitions, or so I thought. I glance over at him to see him making a drawing
of some sort of long dog with short legs, something like a Dachshund. Underneath this dog, Jeremy had drawn an enormous dick, that was so
long the poor dog would have to drag it on the ground if it were real. This doodled dog was pissing on a patch of flowers that Jeremy had
drawn next to the dog.

I stifled a laugh, but Jeremy heard me. He looked my way, and he then appeared to be startled, probably afraid I might call the teacher
over and turn him in. I winked at Jeremy, gave him a thumbs up. He smiled, turned the page on the dictionary and made another drawing,
this time of an enormous penis that stretched across the page. He drew it in length with a large uncovered head, added big balls underneath
and finished up with a big spurt coming from the piss slit. Again, I had to stifle a laugh. I noticed the teacher looking over. "Ahem, close the
book," I whispered, making me an accessory to the crime of disfigurement of a reference book owned by the school. Of course, kids in the
school are not expected to snitch, but by actively warning Jeremy the teacher was looking his way made me a partner in the crime.

A few days later, when the class was again on a self-study time, Jeremy went to the reference shelf. He carried the dictionary to his seat,
but he plopped the book on my desk.

"Draw something in the book. I dare you."

I'm good at math, even better in science, but I suck at drawing. I open the book up, flip some pages. I pretend to be reading a word definition.
I flip the page again and begin drawing. I make what is hardly better than a stick figure of a man. It's recognizable as a human, but that is as
far as I can make it realistic. It has a head, two arms, two legs, and I draw a penis that is as long as the legs. Instead of flowers, I draw a second
stick like person, kneeling down on all fours. The standing stick figure then has the act of urinating drawn all over the one kneeling down. I hear Jeremy giggling. I look over and he gives me a thumbs up. I grinned back. I had done my first dare with Jeremy, the first of many. Hardly noteworthy it was, but it was a beginning. If the teacher had caught me, I would most likely been sent to the principal's office. I would have had to pay for the book.

That first dare that day in 8th grade eventually got more involved, with my sister involved, and that ended up with Jeremy having lost his
clothing privileges whenever he came over to my house, mostly limited to my bedroom, but if my mom wasn't home then it could apply to
anywhere in the house.

Seung normally does a thorough inspection to make sure Jeremy is in compliance with the NO PUBES directive. Part of this thoroughness is
she spends some time tickling him behind the balls, or rubbing her thumb on the head. Sometimes my sister slaps my buddy on the butt, leaving
red handprints. All of these things result in him getting hard. Sometimes he ends up with a full erection, which is quite impressive and is a
constant source of jealousy on my part, being 7.5 inches in length with hefty girth as well. Once I stated it would be cool if we could make
a trade. I'd give him half my brains if he could give me the extra one and a half inches of dick.

"You have an incomplete on your inspection, Jeremy. I can barely feel any stubble above the dick. But there are some short stragglers
poking out under the shaft...near the base where you can't see nothing in the mirror. Now that you are sticking up more, I can see them right
there, five or six of them. Seth, go get the tweezers. You get to pluck this chicken."

Jeremy groaned and grimaced. I giggled as I hopped off the bed. In the top drawer of my dresser there is a little travel kit with comb,
hairbrush, fingernail clippers, and tweezers. "Stand facing the bed. Hands behind head," I tell him as I climb back onto the bed. Sometimes
Seung takes charge when Jeremy needs something done to him. I've seen my sister cream Jeremy up to razor him, seen it done with an electric
razor as well, and sometimes she turns the job over to me. I don't complain. I like seeing Jeremy squirm and squeal when hairs are yanked
from a tender part of his anatomy. It's a never ending source of amusement.

"Wow...you did miss a few of these down here," I said as I located and got the tweezer onto the first short brown hair I found at the base of
the shaft. The OOH, OW, OUCH sounds make me laugh, and Jeremy sometimes gets a shiver running through him. It's not my fault he is given
this discomfort and extra indignity. He should have shaved himself better.

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Why Can't I Do it Too?
Chapter 4. Bonus Attraction


Seung didn't stay in my room long, going to her own room. Jeremy has to stay naked of course. He's not allowed to get dressed until Seung or
I let him. Most of the time that isn't until we know mom is just about home from work. Mom does things punctually, pulling into the driveway
between 6:40 and 6:55 depending on the traffic. Jeremy showed up at 4:45, so he may end up without clothes for two more hours.

With my sister occupied with something else, the two of us got back to planning the great women's locker room takeover. If this works, I had
several other guys in mind to join in with me, starting with Jeremy of course.

"Are you just going to walk into the locker room?" Jeremy asked. "How do you think they will react?"

It was a good question, and I had to think it through. "If I tried it tomorrow, somebody would scream and throw a fit. I can see a girl running
out into the hallway, screaming for the coaches, screaming for help. One of the football jocks might come running, acting like some knight in
shining armor. That football dude would grab me and pummel the crap out of me...and the girls would cheer him on." I shook my head, thinking
about how badly it could go if something like that happened. "I have to find a way to get the students prepared for me to walk in. They can't be
totally shocked."

Jeremy nodded his head, "You're right. The girls here can be tough. How you gonna prep them?"

I wasn't sure. I had to think about it. In the meantime, I had Jeremy come down to the garage with me. The garage is for two cars, but we
only have the one. Half the garage is my own personal fitness center, it has a kickbag, a boxing bag, weight bench, pullup bar, and when
the other car isn't in the garage I can place a tarp then a thick mat on the concrete for having a place for wrestling or sparring. I'm big into
martial arts, having a RED belt in Karate, which is two stages short of BLACK. I might consider putting in the time and effort in achieving the
BLACK belt by the time I graduate from high school. One can earn a junior level black belt, but I'm aiming for an adult one, and it's rare to
become certified proficient for BLACK belt before 18 years old.

After we got to the garage, I pulled out my phone. I'm not going to carry it in my pocket when I work out, but there is a second purpose as
well. I sent a text to my sister, telling her I was going to put Jeremy through a workout.

My typical workout starts with stretches and some easy aerobic warmups, usually jumping rope or jogging while shadow boxing. Stretching out
the muscles and joints is essential. Working out while stiff can result in injury. It takes at least five minutes of leg stretches, side bends, arm
swings, etc... and Jeremy has to do everything I do. My long term goal for Jeremy and his fitness is to be able to stretch his legs wide enough
his balls can rest on the floor.

Today I'm just having Jeremy do an easy stretch, but it's still embarrassing for him when he doesn't have anything on and that big set of balls
are swinging about. A few minutes into the routine my phone buzzes. The message on the screen says "Open the garage door".

I tell Jeremy to stay where he is. Pushing the button, the garage door slides up. My sister comes in with two kids. It's Paula and Samuel from
the house across the street. My sister gave them swimming lessons last summer, and now she sometimes brings them over to watch me do my karate practice with Seung as she holds the kickbag in place or has the large punch mitts on her hands. Samuel is twelve, and Paula is
fourteen, and they enjoy watching me working out. Looks like for today a naked Jeremy is a bonus attraction for them. The twelve year old
saw Jeremy like this once before, but it's the first time for Paula.

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Why Can't I Do it Too?
Chapter 5. Starts With Swimming Lessons

I got to know the two kids from across the street the previous summer, when Seung taught Paula and Samuel swimming lessons. They would
come over twice a week for a period of eight weeks, each paying ten dollars per person for a two hour session. It wasn't full bore swim swim
swim for the whole 120 minutes. Half the time it was jump around and have fun. Sometimes on Saturdays, my mom would be there, but
more often than not we had the house and backyard pool to ourselves. Technically, Seung was the instructor, but I helped out at times, especially
during the basics of lifesaving stuff that was gotten out of a Boy Scout Handbook. It was mostly fun, and my sister and I got forty dollars per
week out of it.

Near the end of the summer, Samuel came over on a Sunday. He was locked out of his house. His mom and older sister had gone off somewhere,
but Samuel was hanging around outside not paying attention to the time. Normally he has a key with him, but not that day.

I was in the backyard, sunning myself on a beach towel on the grass. Jeremy had come over, was in the kitchen making Kool-Aid. I had my eyes
closed, headphones on my head as I listened to music. A shadow came across me. Looking up and shielding my eyes, I see Samuel standing there.

"I forgot to have my key on me. I'm locked out of my house. Can I stay over here for a while?"

I told Samuel he was always welcome to come over. "Make yourself at home. You want to sun yourself use that towel there. Jeremy
is inside making some drinks. He'll be right out."

Samuel had his shoes and socks off, was yanking the shirt off when Jeremy came out the back door with two plastic cups of Kool-Aid. My buddy
was wearing a fancy schmancy green and yellow diamond pattern speedo, a suit his mom got him for his fourteenth birthday. It took a while
for Jeremy to get used to wearing that suit in public settings like a city pool, but for swimming in my backyard he was okay with it. Wearing a
more modest shorts style suit would have been his choice...if he had a choice.

With us kids being kids we just shared our two cups of Kool-Aid three ways. No worries about germs among us guys. After quenching is thirst, Samuel stood there wearing jeans, as he looked longingly at the water of the pool.

"Take off your clothes and get in," I said.

Samuel laughed, and he shook his head. "I'm not swimming in my underwear. The boxers I got on are thick cotton. Takes forever for those
to dry. And no, I'm not walking home carrying my clothes for mom to wonder what the hell I'm doing."

It was the anticipated reply, and I had a ready response. "Jeremy will let you use his swimsuit. Take it off. Yes, right now. Off with it."

Both Samuel and Jeremy looked at me. They looked at each other, and I'm not sure which one had a more startled expression. Several things
could happen at this point. Samuel might decide to make an excuse as to why he needs to go home, when he can't get into his own house.
Jeremy might do the same, and he could just hop the fence to his own backyard. I didn't say anything else, just waited for something to happen.
This was a test. It's the first time I've asked Jeremy to get naked when there is someone else besides me or my sister present. Other than
dares for each other, we had not gotten naked in front of somebody, and certainly not for any extended length of time. I was using Jeremy's
disadvantage against him, telling him to get naked when and wherever I wanted while he is on my family's property.

For a moment Jeremy's face looked like a little kid, all pouty and upset. Then with a sigh he pulled out the drawstring of the speedo to untie
it. Next the swimsuit is slid off, and my buddy stands there looking like a dork as the suit is held out toward Samuel.

Samuel then has to make several decisions. He can take the speedo offered him, but then he has to get into it. I make no offer for him to
go inside and change in the bathroom. I make no offer whatsoever. If Samuel uses the speedo, he'll have to take off his jeans and boxers to
put the swimsuit on.

For quite a few seconds, I have no idea exactly how many, Samuel stared at Jeremy. Mainly the stare was down towards the groin area. Jeremy
is quite impressive and often other kids, both guys and girls, would stare for the longest time when seeing how big he is for the first time.

"Well...you gonna swim or what?" Jeremy asks.

This got Samuel moving. He took off the jeans, then quickly slipped off the red and white checker boxers. After putting the speedo on the
twelve year old looked sort of ridiculous. The suit is made for a perfect fit on the fourteen year old hips of Jeremy. It looks like a saggy diaper
on the much shorter and skinnier Samuel, and I had to laugh, couldn't help myself. There is hardly anything poking out the front of the speedo,
not like what it looks like when crotch stuffed by Jeremy's long dong. Samuel gets the tie string done tightly, and off he runs to the
pool. He looked so uneasy and unsure of himself at that moment, but over the next hour or so Samuel gained some improvement on that
comfort level. I didn't try to get Jeremy to do any wild and crazy things. This is a test, and I didn't want the younger kid to tell his momma
that strange things go on at my house.

* * * * *

Walking into the garage, to see a completely naked Jeremy was a slight surprise for Samuel, and a total shock for his older sister. Paula stood
just inside the doorway of the garage, the intense light of the sun streaming in to brighten up the pale skin. Jeremy is a lot lighter in tone
than I am, and he gives off an angelic glow with the yellowish sun beams bouncing off of the blond hair. Being so cute and attractive, being
so naked, and being so stretched out must have been quite a sight for unexpecting eyes. Jeremy was stretching his legs far apart in an upright
splits when Seung and the two kids walked on in.

"Is he naked all the time?" Samuel asks.

His sister looks at the younger brother, as she wordlessly mouths 'all the time?' before returning her gaze onto Jeremy. My friend had recovered
from his own initial shock. He stood up out of the stretched out stance, but he didn't know what to do or say. Jeremy stood there, and for a
moment nearly covered himself. Fortunately he corrected that, knowing Seung would most likely give him a wallop on the ass. Covering
up is not allowed.

"Jeremy has to take his clothes off when he's at my house. He lost too many bets and the punishment is permanent." I waited for that fact to
sink in. I waited until the shock on Paula's face switched over to a smile. This was another test. Would Paula turn and run when she is
confronted with a naked boy of her age? Would she grab the hand of Samuel and declare they need to leave? For about a minute it was all
in doubt, but when she smiled, I knew Paula would not run away. Smiling girls don't tell their momma when they've seen something naughty.

"Ahh, what are you guys up to?" Paula wants to know.

"We are going to do a workout. We first do a round of stretches, followed by a cardio warmup."

Seung gives them another test. "You guys can stay here and watch...or you can go inside and play video games."

Paula and Samuel look at each other. Perhaps the brother would have been fine going into the house to play something on the Playstation,
but Paula took the lead. "We like watching you work out, Seth. So we'll stay here if you don't mind."

[Themarble]

Really loving this story so far! The way Jeremy can be naked on command is perfect and I do love the overbearing sister Seung.

This is shaping up really nicely TeenFan! You've been on a roll!